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Series: New York Review Books
Publication Date: February 9, 2021
Fragments of an Infinite MemoryMy Life with the Internet
by Maël Renouard, translated from the French by Peter Behrman de Sinéty
“One day, as I was daydreaming on the boulevard Beaumarchais, I had the idea—it came and went in a flash, almost in spite of myself—of Googling to find out what I’d been up to and where I’d been two evenings before, at five o’clock, since I couldn’t remember on my own.” So begins Maël Renouard’s Fragments of an Infinite Memory, a provocative and elegant inquiry into life in a wireless world. Renouard is old enough to remember life before the internet but young enough to have fully accommodated his life to the internet and the gadgets that support it. Here this young philosopher, novelist, and translator tries out a series of conjectures on how human experience, especially the sense of self, is being changed by our continual engagement with a memory that is impersonal and effectively boundless. Renouard has written a book that is rigorously impressionistic, deeply informed historically and culturally, but is also playful, ironic, personal, and formally adventurous, a book that withstands comparison to the best of Roland Barthes and Jean Baudrillard.
Using films, books, and personal experiences as touchstones, Renouard offers a thoughtful consideration not of the internet’s properties or even its possibilities but how its very presence changes us as human beings. A pleasing metaphysical ramble through the nexus of self, emotion, memory, and experience in the digital age.
Maël Renouard turns cultural theory on its head: in his brave new world, it is the internet that meditates on Proust, not the other way round.
Maël Renouard’s zigzagging essay in search of time lost, time wasted—the time lost and wasted in the virtual world of the internet—is elegant, brilliant, and urgent.
Maël Renouard takes us on a conceptual adventure, meditating on what remains and what is forgotten and observing the progressive annexation of our interiority by the external and infinite memory that is the internet.